The gentle voice helped her to relax. Everything became easier, the truth spilling from her lips. "Greg beat me and my mother, he even r***d me once. I ran away."
It took her a moment to realise how much she had confessed. She hadn't even told her mother about being r***d, remembering how ashamed he made her feel. She remembered him constantly saying it was her own fault.
She was almost in tears again. The revelation had clearly shocked whoever he was and she felt more ashamed than ever. Backing against the bedroom door, she felt a glimmer of hope at the few memories from the old warehouse. "What the bloody hell did you do to me?"
Remaining where he was standing, Patrick wondered if he was right about her working out what he was. He considered that she hadn't seen as much as he thought,
